Time and Me
The concept of time fascinates me, as though we shared a unique relationship, as though we were entwined in a special way and shared special confidences, not in the way that lovers do, but still, in a bonded fashion, and as though that relationship might somehow permit me to flow among its hidden streams, in different directions; sometimes, – based on the nature of time -, simultaneously, as though I might almost be in different places at the same time and in different times in the same place.
Other times though, time seems a nemesis, like a teasing sibling that brings me together with others with whom I would have shared special intimacy but for the timing. A person I should have met in the past, or as likely, one I should not yet have met. It’s as though my life were a giant puzzle with a million pieces, all of them wonderful but impossible to assemble; vibrant living pieces I can sense across time and space, but which rarely coincide with where they should be.
© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2012; all rights reserved